Chapter 55

"Damn!"

Mo Tianling was greatly alarmed, feeling a fatal threat that made him feel as if he were about to drown, a sense of despair overwhelming him.

He had been on the bloody battlefield for over a year, enduring unimaginable trials.

But this was the first time he experienced the great terror of life and death!

In that instant, his fighting spirit collapsed, and he felt a sense of utter hopelessness.

Struggle?

Resist?

Fight to the death?

These thoughts were shattered, leaving his mind empty.

Under the countless gazes of the audience, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

Mo Tianling appeared as if his soul had left his body, standing there in a daze.

Su Yi's hands, which had moved lightly, suddenly swept through the air, shifting their position.

Boom!

The void trembled, and the sound of an explosion echoed like a thunderclap.

The entire iron platform shook, and the wind it generated howled, making Mo Tianling's long hair fly and his clothes flutter.

"What kind of martial art is this?"

The entire venue fell silent, and the important figures from Guangling City and Luoyun City all drew in a sharp breath.

The Earth Fiend Thunder Hand used by Mo Tianling was a renowned technique of Yun Guang Marquis, a top-notch killing skill.

But the martial art used by Su Yi was simply like the technique of a celestial being!

That strike, though light, felt like a collapsing skyscraper or a descending sky, leaving a profound impact.

"Why is this happening..."

Nanying, with her fair hands tightly clenched inside her sleeves, veins protruding on the back of her hands.

Her eyes fixed on the man on the platform, dressed in a green robe, with a demeanor as refined as a god, her heart was in turmoil, a mix of indescribable resentment and anger.

She was on the verge of losing control.

At this moment, who could not see that Su Yi had not only recovered his cultivation but had reached a level of martial arts that could suppress Mo Tianling!

Such a fact was truly terrifying.

"Why don't you defeat me outright?"

On the platform, Mo Tianling had regained his composure. His face was pale, with a trace of shock lingering in his brows, but more so, anger, gloom, and unwillingness.

"I said I would give you a chance to draw your blade. If I suppressed you now, wouldn't it make me, Su Yi, seem untrustworthy?"

Su Yi spoke calmly.

Mo Tianling was taken aback. Just to give him a chance to draw his blade?

These words deeply wounded his pride, making his face turn unbearably ugly, his eyes burning with fierce anger.

"I can admit defeat, but I will not accept this humiliation!"

With a cold voice, Mo Tianling drew his sword.

Clang!

The dark purple blade, like a pool of sinister water, shimmered with a blood-chilling cold light under the night's illumination.

The Purple Blood War Blade!

A fearsome weapon personally bestowed by Yun Guang Marquis, hoping that Mo Tianling could use it to slaughter thousands of enemies and achieve unparalleled glory on the battlefield.

Previously, even when facing Wen Jueyuan, Mo Tianling had not bothered to use this blade.

With the blade in hand, Mo Tianling's aura changed, fierce and fiery, sharp and frosty.

This scene attracted the attention of everyone present, all feeling a sense of awe.

"So, his true trump card is the blade path..."

Wen Jueyuan's eyes were vacant, his face ashen.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

On the platform, Mo Tianling stepped forward, each step sounding like a drumbeat.

In his hand, the Purple Blood War Blade soared through the air, cutting down with a brilliant and eerie light.

The Blood-Drinking Blade Slash!

On the battlefield, Yun Guang Marquis had used this technique to dominate, striking fear into the hearts of his enemies, who fled in terror.

When Mo Tianling executed this technique, though not with the overwhelming power of a grandmaster, it still had a third of its essence.

Swish!

The blade moved like lightning, the air crackling with a sharp, explosive sound.

This single strike made many in the audience feel a chill.

But Su Yi frowned slightly, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

He sighed, and his tall figure finally moved, his clothes fluttering as he moved like a graceful swan over a cold pond, exuding a transcendent elegance.

As his right hand lifted, in a split second, he passed through the layers of eerie blade shadows and lightly tapped Mo Tianling's blade.

Casually.

Clang!

The sound of the collision was piercing, and Mo Tianling's advancing figure halted as if struck by lightning, his skin trembling violently.

The Purple Blood War Blade in his right hand hummed fiercely and flew out of his hand.

The Blood-Drinking Blade Slash, Mo Tianling's ultimate technique, was thus shattered by Su Yi's light tap!

Clang!

The Purple Blood War Blade fell to the platform, shocking the audience, who were all stunned.

Deciding the outcome with a single finger, it was terrifying!

"Your blade technique is too narrow, focusing on skill rather than momentum. You've taken the wrong path."

Su Yi shook his head.

He had expected someone like Mo Tianling to have some achievements in the blade path.

But the technique he saw was off the mark, not even worth looking at.

Mo Tianling was dazed, his spirit shattered, his voice bitter: "What martial art did you use?"

He was bewildered, feeling as if everything that happened was a nightmare, unable to gauge his opponent's strength.

"A minor technique, not worth mentioning."

Su Yi said casually.

That single tap was merely a counter to the technique, testing his eyesight, strength, and temperament, not any sophisticated martial art.

"Minor technique..."

Mo Tianling muttered, his spirit broken, saying, "I lost..."

His eyes were vacant, his appearance haggard, and he staggered off the platform.

Thus, Yun Guang Marquis' adopted son, Mo Tianling, was defeated!

On the platform, Su Yi, with his hands behind his back, said calmly, "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge Su Yi?"

The entire venue fell silent!

Whether from Guangling City or Luoyun City, no one dared to respond.

From the moment Su Yi stepped onto the platform to Mo Tianling's defeated admission, it took only a moment, but it overturned the perceptions of many!

Who could have imagined that the former abandoned disciple of the Qinghe Sword Mansion, the ridiculed son-in-law of the Wen family, would stand out at the Longmen Banquet a year later?

Especially the ease with which Su Yi suppressed Mo Tianling, deeply shocked everyone present.

Wen Jueyuan's face was blank, as if he had lost a loved one.

He was the leading figure among the young generation of the Wen family, a martial genius favored by Guangling City to win the Longmen Competition.

In the past, he had never taken Su Yi seriously, always ignoring and belittling him.

But just now, he was defeated by Mo Tianling!

This was a significant blow, but since Mo Tianling was a former inner disciple of the Qinghe Sword Mansion and now the adopted son of Yun Guang Marquis, Wen Jueyuan could still accept the defeat.

However, when he saw Mo Tianling being easily defeated by Su Yi, Wen Jueyuan's mindset exploded, and he was plunged into boundless anger and bewilderment, unable to recover.

He could not accept that the person he once despised and looked down upon had risen above him!

Wen Shaobei and the other Wen family members were also stunned, completely dumbfounded.

They realized that in front of Su Yi, they were laughable, like clowns.

"This damned scoundrel, he has been deceiving the Wen family all along!"

Wen Changqing gritted his teeth, his face dark and terrifying.

Li Tianhan's heart was heavy, wondering if his son Mo Yun could have defeated Su Yi if he were here.

"Ah!"

Zhou Huaiqiu was both excited and regretful, his emotions complex.

Su Yi's performance brought him indescribable joy, but thinking about how the Qinghe Sword Mansion once treated Su Yi as an abandoned disciple and how he himself had distanced himself after learning of Su Yi's fall, he could not help but feel regret.

His lips curled into a bitter smile.

Hu Quan's mouth was wide open, unable to believe it!

Huang Ganjun and Nie Teng were overwhelmed with admiration and awe.

Nanying's face was changing, filled with resentment and regret.

She resented that Su Yi, after falling from grace, had risen to the top again.

She regretted that when she learned of Su Yi's loss of cultivation, she had been too decisive, and should have left some room for sentiment. If she had, there might have been a chance for reconciliation between her and Su Yi...

Nanying did not notice that Ni Hao's gaze was fixed on her, his face growing darker, his heart filled with boundless anger.

Huang Yunchong and Nie Beihu exchanged glances, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

Then, they both laughed.

Because they had a premonition that Su Yi would settle the matter.

But they did not expect that Su Yi would win so beautifully, leaving even those at the Gathering Qi realm in awe.

However, they were all certain that after today's Longmen Banquet, Su Yi's name would resound across the Dacang River!

At this moment, Fu Shan, unable to contain his joy, burst into laughter, breaking the silence: "Lijianyu, if no one else comes forward to challenge, the Spirit Bamboo Island will belong to Guangling City for the next ten years!"

His voice echoed throughout the venue.

On the Luoyun City side, Lijianyu's face was dark, filled with intense dissatisfaction.

Mo Tianling was his trump card.

Who would have thought that he would be defeated by the Wen family's ignored son-in-law from Guangling City!

Hearing Fu Shan's laughter, he was so frustrated that he almost spat blood.

The other important figures from Luoyun City also had grim expressions.

On the platform.

Su Yi stood alone, his expression calm, without joy or sorrow.

To others, defeating Mo Tianling was an incredibly impressive feat.

But to him, it was just taking down a young Blood Circulation realm practitioner, nothing special.

If it were not for Fu Shan's request for help, he would not have bothered to attend this banquet.

"If Lingxue were here, it would be more interesting to take a boat ride on the Dacang River, enjoying the reflection of the myriad lights on the water, rather than attending such a banquet."

"She should have met her sister Wen Lingzhao by now, but I wonder when she will return..."

Standing on the ten-zhang Longmen platform, Su Yi's eyes gazed at the distant, splendid lights on the river, thinking of the pure, bright, and lively Wen Lingxue.

For a moment, his heart felt a pang of melancholy.

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